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december is near. blink your eyes, december is here. here come the platters piled high with sins. is this really "the most wonderful time of the year'? god, it all looks so good. the whispers curl around my ears. no. no. fat. calories. crunches. jumping jacks. calories. fat. weight. the holidays aren't about family. this is war. this is about self-control. this is about my honor. on goes the lip gloss, the too-big dresses so nobody notices how fat i am. "have you lost weight?" stop making fun of me. "aren't you going to eat?" i'm nauseous. lies i already ate. lies i'm eating later. lies don't touch me. don't hug me. don't speak to me. surrounded by sins calories fat bait for their traps. just one bite?
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
the holidays as seen from the point of view of an anorexic
december is near. blink your eyes, december is here. here come the platters piled high with sins. is this really "the most wonderful time of the year'? god, it all looks so good. the whispers curl around my ears. no. no. fat. calories. crunches. jumping jacks. calories. fat. weight. the holidays aren't about family. this is war. this is about self-control. this is about my honor. on goes the lip gloss, the too-big dresses so nobody notices how fat i am. "have you lost weight?" stop making fun of me. "aren't you going to eat?" i'm nauseous. lies i already ate. lies i'm eating later. lies don't touch me. don't hug me. don't speak to me. surrounded by sins calories fat bait for their traps. just one bite?
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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